on a demented chorus
I began
I entitled
soberly
of moon and body
speaking of green
or ales
I have not imbibed
in  the last 1 hours
but I hear tweets
from mockingbirds
chasing gliding swooping
down from the nests
I guess
i threaten.
So, this message mis-titled
a chorus mis-guided
sails into the air
as a chirp chases me,
hiding,
I need a beer.